[Verse 1] N**** I'm black as f** Spent a mil on a pint gla** Of Fredrick Douglas' blood Yo, MTV Cribs Come and look at my closet [?] Klu Klux Klan uniform With bullet holes in it And Black Panther boot prints on the back I got to preserve the wooden hanger In a clear plastic bag (True) My piece of the Aggro Crag Is Gary Morgan's gas mask prototype And a ballot box From when Negros first got they voting rights Yeah That's black antique flossin' Fluent in Jive slangy phonics, but can't speak dolphin You got a prop from the set of "Walker, Texas Ranger" Compared to my Madame C.J Walker [?] hair straightener N**** I'm black as f** Look, but don't touch I pack a Pit, might attack your nuts I can't have your fingerprints Tarnishing the artifacts If you look to the left, on the wall is Django's gun That he shot slave masters with Changed things so they get a gun blast When they crack the whip Like when Silky Johnson and the Player Hater Went back in time in that Chappelle's skit [Hook] I say when people pa** Yo, peace Ronald Mcnair Yo, to all the men, women, and children Who sacrificed their life for my opportunity Aye, word up [Verse 2] N**** I'm black as f** May your words cut the roof of your mouth Like Captain Crunch If you speak of my history With disgust upon your tongue We full of love for foreign cultures And vice versa But when I walk in the streets at night These stupid b**hes clutch they purse Around my neck is where they want the rope put Because I'm decoding secret messages From MLK's notebook Listening to audio recordings from Malcolm X That I found in a hidden briefcase Of miniature ca**ettes Max Julien told me That dark clowns be kicking a** So I'm finna cop the typewriter That Dick Gregory wrote that book "N*****" with his hands You don't understand That this Black antique flossin' Life is like a box of chocolates Aye y'all, I'm dark skinned Over the fireplace Is a painting of Johnny Cochran I'm paraphrasing But James Brown said it quite often N**** I'm black as f** We take Reggie Jackson's back Smash it against his skull If you talk that racist jazz to us After we leave the show 'Cause this ain't the nineteen-sixties That white power sh** is old [Hook] I say when people pa** Yo, peace Lena Horne You know how I'm down here Doing something Something you can shine upon Up there [Verse 3] N**** I'm black as f** And it must be something That they sell to Africa To capture us [Outro] I say when people pa**